In this article, I am referring to Meg959's article about Santa Claus. When I was 8 years old, I asked my mom if she was Santa Claus. She said she was Santa Claus.
Now, after reading Meg959's article and what the Editor had to say, I have changed my belief that my parents are Santa Claus. I now believe that there is a Santa Claus. I believe that my parents told me that they were Santa because they didn't believe he existed.
I think Santa doesn't come to my house anymore because I have no faith that he is real and he will come. In fact, I know for sure that he exists, because when I was six, I was lying in my bed sleeping. It was Christmas. It was the middle of the night, and I was awakened by a loud THUMP. I hopped out of bed and peeked out my door into the living room, and sure enough, there were presents there that hadn't been there when I had gone to bed.
I know that for some people, this is not enough proof, because they have to see it to believe it. But I have renewed faith, and I am looking forward to next year, and getting presents again from Santa.
I hope he will forgive me for not believing in him for a few years. I wrote a note to him one year asking how he did his magic, and he replied:
I am magical because of all the love all the children give me. As long as
they still love me, that is enough to keep me going.
P.S. Rudolph sends his love, and thank you for the cookies.
That is all I have to say. I will write again soon.